A simple rhyme to help alleviate the pain caused by having the dream of preforming in a school production of a beloved novel vanquished by a startlingly obvious inability to act.

To be in Pride and Prejudice
Is my deepest little wish;
But I lack the skill, I know,
So I shall only watch the show.

Another somewhat sad rhyme that should in no way determine one's parenting style or career aspirations.

To dream, to dream
Of the silver screen
Uplifts many young, sullen souls.
But to the parents of such,
Remove thy loving crutch
And recommend lower goals.

​Y: shhhh! Fat, ugly and easy – such a terrifying combination

X:  I would have liked to insult you, but with your intelligence you wouldn't get offended....

Y:  ?????

X: As if I was talking to the wall...

Y: F**** U!

X:    -.-

Leah: ​Bestie
Me: Wait who is this. My numbers deleted and I have another phone. Leah?, Naima?
Leah: Leah:)
Me: O hey bestfriend:)))
Leah: Lol how r u?
Me: Lol i'm good. You?
Leah: I'm good...you going to Kourtnee thing tomorrow?
Me: Naw i'm not going. Well if I dnt go see my friend then i'm going. You going?
Leah: Yeah u should come
Me: What time does it start again?
Leah: 9
Me: Ard it depends on how long I'm out. I'll try to come though
Leah: Ok i'll hit u up 2moro and if u need a ride i'll come get u 
Me: Alright bestfriend

A: I really f***ed it up this time, didnt i my dear
R: <3 love themmmmm and what's up?
A: Nothin. i didn't see you today
R: The night is young.

Pro-log

            I loved her, but that didn’t’ matter, not anymore.. I raised my fathers gun paused for a second that seemed like an hour, then I pulled the trigger. She dropped to the ground, a hole in her head. My hand was shaking and my stomach hurt now. The sight of her brains on the floor made me sick and the look in her eyes.  I could barley stand it. I put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger

Chapter one. How it all started.

            My name is Justin A smith.  My full name is a joke devised by my parents. Justin Author Smith, or as it sounds “just another smith” all my friends called me Smitty or just, a name I did not mind. I was  normal size for a 15 year old, not very strong but I liked to fight. My dad was my favorite person in my family, then my younger sister, eve . I had 3 siblings a younger sister, a younger brother, named Dan and an older brother named Jacob.  My mom had died when my younger brother was born.  Her death was hard on all of us.  My dad was a police officer and worked long hours, so  I had to watch everyone, because Jacob just played games all day. I was the official babysitter.

            My dad trusted me probably because iv earned his trust. I never did drugs or had even a sip of beer in my life. I was never a bad kid, I liked to fight, but I fought for good reasons, and my dad saw that, and being the man that he is, he  secretly approved of this behavior. He often took me shooting to relieve my anger on the world; we shot targets, and, after I got my hunters’ license, sometimes small game.

            People are stupid, and it is this thinking that has lead me to have very few friends. The few friends I had were awesome. I had john, and Chris, ted, Jen, Rob, Ally, Ant and Jane. all great friends who understood me.  We went paintballing together, liked the same music, and me john and ted all loved a sport known as parkour, getting from point A to point B as fast as possible. We stuck up for each other and it was as if we were a big family.

 

            I can see myself reading this and asking what gives, where is the romance, there is always a girl, where is the storyline why are you just telling us about you, who cares. But it’s all-important to understand. I was just a regular kid before it all started. And there was a girl, actually there were a few, it was very complicated because at 15 I was unsure of what to do.

 

            I was in love with one of my best friends’ little sister, and it seemed wrong and I just never really wanted to say anything. Teds younger sister, Julia was perfect, she was also only 12. A friends younger sister, now I’m no expert, but if it were my sister, id feel uncomfortable . Now while I was secretly in love with her, I also had a crush on two other girls, Chris’ sister, Nicole who was older and Jen. Chris’ sister knew and said to me she loved me. I told her I loved her too, but I’m not so sure that’s true. We dated secretly because we feared what Chris would say, but really, I also feared what Julia would say. I felt wrong about it. I loved Julia and that I knew, but I also knew I could never be with her.

             Now I need to ask do you believe in god? I did before it all started, and sometimes I still do, but then I think, why would all this happen. Why would god let it happen? It all started when we were all together. It was a meeting for our paintball squad, which we took very seriously despite it just being a game.  It was at teds house, and Chris’ older sister was also there, so I felt really awkward.  Luckily when we concentrate on paintball I can get my mind of things. Paintball, and fighting came naturally to me. I’m not just saying that. I really kicked ass.

            That night we decided to take a break from paintball and watch TV. we turned in on and it was in the middle of some sort of emergency broadcast. It was very broad and it did not have someone speaking it was scroll on the bottom of the screen.  The exact words were “ Attention, there is a sickness going around that is considered highly dangerous and everyone should stay indoors and avoid infected, this is for all areas” it was short and badly written. We didn’t think much of it.  As long as we were safe going home we figured we would be good. We were terribly mistaken.

            That night I was driven home by Chris’ older sister, I thanked her more then once and got in the door. Dad was not home, which was odd because it was his day off. I figured he must be at the bar. My little siblings Eve and Dan were asleep already and my older brother Jacob was playing some zombie killing game. As for me I had homework to do. Before I started Jacob yelled in, “yo, dad wanted you to call”

            “What for?”

            “Hell if I know, just do it”

            I nodded and picked up the phone. When he answered he seemed tired

            “Son, I might not be home tonight, did you see the emergency broadcast?”

            “Yeah, dad, why? Is it bad?”

            “Oh yes its very bad, listen to me, you’re the most responsible in that house. If the sickness reaches you, don’t be afraid to defend the house, it’s not a normal sickness. If you see an infected you’ll know….and I want you to kill any that you see”

“Dad-“

“ no there’s no time, just listen, you know how to shoot, you know how a gun works, there is a gun in the draw by my bed, its loaded  and ready to go, bullet in the chamber and all, there are extra clips too….I love you son”

             I was speechless all I could say was a faint “I love you too” and not even really register what I has said until he hung up. I felt as if I was in the twilight zone. It felt unreal. My dad told me to kill infected? What the hell was going on, their sick but their still people…aren’t they? I was getting scared so I did as my dad said.

            In the drawer I found the Glock 19, fully loaded 16 shots with the three extra clips of 15. I was hopping I would not have to ever use them

I sat in front of my laptop screen with a blank face. Life felt so pressured at that moment. I needed to make a story and upload it to a blog for class. It was so difficult. My mind was cloudy at the time. Other thoughts were floating around my ideas.
"When will she text me? What other homework do I have left to do? What am I going to do when I'm done?" These thoughts kept disrupting my focus. I couldn't concentrate. After a couple minutes of useless thoughts, it hit me. I could write a story about anything. So I decided to write a story about the moment of myself writing this story you are reading now.

​​ It was one of my final couple days me and cousin Tracy would be spending with my aunt Juanita in Princeton. We had gone out shopping and on our way to Walmart when on a when Tracy turned off the road and onto the highway.
"Lets mix it up! We are going to the beach"
I grinned excitedly from the backseat of the car. For me random little mix up like these I lived for and if it involved the beach I was triple excited. The trip passed by for a long while as I zoned out listening to a shuffle of Owl City's Ocean Eyes on my iPod. All the windows had been rolled down to cool out the hot car. Though it was a bit uncomfortable I ignored it at the thought of the trip being worth it.

 Over a hour into our trip Juanita convinced Tracy we needed more sunscreen and hats to protect ourselves from the sun one we arrived at the beach. Tracy turned the car into a random K-mart (I thought it was funny that we found one of the competitors to the place we actually meant to go to) parking lot. We got out the car, as I did I grabbed the dress I bought earlier in the day. To me it was not only as chance to literally feel cooler in the high heat but perfect moment to wear it. Once inside the store I asked a clerk inside if I could use their restroom or changing room which they allowed. Excitedly I went and changed before me and Tracy went on a scavenger hunt trying on hats and to find better sunscreen. Once done we returned to the car again and jetted off down the high way.

 Within another hour or so we arrived in a small beach town that we didn't even know the name of (and we still don't.) We drove through the town till we got to the other side to the beach. Quickly we found a parking spot then all climbed out. I dug in my purse fishing out my camera then hide my purse with in the seats again. We headed up the boardwalk and walked along. Many people were heading off the beach walking over to restaurants, walking along the board while others were still camped out with their families watching and playing in the waves. I looked around happily snapping away with my camera. After walking for a bit we bought some waters and sat on the side of the board walk looking at the shore line as the sunset began. I sat their admiring it then picked up my camera and tried to time it till I got the perfect shot. When I looked at the screen on my camera I felt proud feeling it was one of the best photos I had taken. The best photo taken on a random family trip that I would never forget.

There once was an island made of chocolate. It rested in the northernmost part of the world and the frozen milk chocolate land held itself proudly and supported the gingerbread people that lived upon it. The meager homes of the ginger-people were made of ginger-elder bodies and ice cream, which may seem cruel but was all they could do to create a shelter for the roots of the taffy trees that held jelly bean fruit dug deeply into the chocolate earth and could not be cut down. The ginger-people of this chocolate land kept up their health by drinking milk from their magical lakes and feasting on the bodies of sour patch children that were scattered along their island.These ginger-people lived in peace and happiness for hundreds of years, oblivious to the world around them.

One day years later…

A ginger-child with golden brown skin and white, creamy hair was out playing and hadn't come home. It was a Sunday and most of the ginger-people had spent the day in their homes with their families when suddenly the village could hear screams of this young child. The mother ran out of her home to look for the ginger-child when she realized she couldn't move. Her feet had stuck in the chocolate ground around her and when she realized she couldn't move she called to her ginger-husband. He stood at the door of his home and did his very best to pull her out, but couldn't manage. He went inside his home, used his magical box that connected them to world through something called the inter-web and looked for a way to save his wife and child from the embrace of their chocolate island.

He found that at a certain temperature chocolate melted! This melting was causing the softening of his chocolate earth and this is how is lover and child became caught. He also found that this change in temperature was due to a magic spell called Global Warming that was being cast by evil witches and warlocks that lived across the globe. What did this mean for his island?For weeks and weeks he researched and thought of new ways to fix this melting of his island, but there was nothing he could do. And eventually, this chocolate island melted and became nothing more than a piece of the sea and the culture of the ginger-people was lost forever.

Bobby was walking in the school park when he figured out he forgot his dignity at his house. Bobby asked his friend johanna for a piece of his dignity.

B: Hey
J: Hey
B: You able to give me some dignity, I left mine at home.
J: Sure, how much do you need?
B:I need a lot actually because my parents are coming from Virginia to visit me and they are going to put me down because of the cheating incident.
J: Okay

Bobby was able to receive enough dignity to get through the weekend with his parents.